David Aoloch Bion

The Moon Of House - Poem by David Aoloch Bion

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The beauty of nature is magicalMedicine for human sadnessI was foetus in a wombI was dead body in a tombWhen I laid on bed in extreme silenceAt dusk in a dark dark houseGazing the darkness above me My mind, spirit, Soul and heartWere in sad stress and divine distressAbsolute quitness warms the houseIt so soundless so motionlessBut heavily and harsh, the weight of worldWas as if exerting on me.

At lighting speedI saw a rare flash of light sinceI saw a light of the dayI got up, I tiptoed to itI grasped it, I examined it with nake fingersWow, I found it was glowing wormOne of beautiful beauties of natureI wonder I ponder about thisLovely tiny moon of the house Which change colour to colourIt glimmered greenish to yellowishIt glimmered gold to diamondIt glimmered reddish to brightish

The wonderful beam of beautiful coloursThe attractive glowing wormExpanded and contracted inAs it expanded and contracted My heart expanded and contractedTo it rhythm in sweet pleasureOf this moon of houseMy distress and stress Faded away in golden rays of wormO glowing worm! What a comedy from heaven